Memories

Better intact than in tatters

I’m writing this down cos life matters

Surrounded by loons & Mad Hatters

The rain comes & everyone scatters…

Alone with the thoughts in my head

Negativity fills me with dread

I reflect upon things that I’ve said

And feel like going back to my bed!

Traumatized since I was little

Memories form dreams which I whittle

Compelled to write down this shizzle

Yes, I am blowing my whistle!

You have a history of trauma & abuse

Said a psychologist with words I will use

To heal, to set free but never to lose

Life’s a beach, not a bitch, if you so choose!

I’m going to the end of the line

Rhyming in verses so fine

To be celebrated in time

Thank God for the talent that is mine!